well, i voted ages ago, but didn't post to explain. still not sure if it's worth explaining, but hey, i've got some time to kill. so, here's hoping it's not too boring.
i voted that the story controls itself.
this is basically the way it works for me... my mind wanders. it goes off into left field, because hey, left field is fun. then,
wham! an idea comes in and goes "ha ha! bet you were expecting me to be here, in left field, but i came out of
right field! gotcha! ha ha ha ha!"
so, i have the idea, and then different things can happen. sometimes nothing happens. sometimes i just jot it down and let it sit, sometimes to never go anywhere, sometimes to suddenly turn into a story 3 years later. you never know.
sometimes, though, i'll just let it stew for a little while... a few minutes, an hour, a day or two, whatever it takes to hit critical mass. then i'll hit the keys, turn off my mind, and let it flow.
most of what i write are short stories, so almost everything was written in one sitting. the story just writes itself, and then i wake up, and there it is on the screen.
sometimes i'll get stuck, and i'll try to let it stew some more and see what happens. sometimes that works, sometimes it just stays stuck. the only thing that has ever worked to get it unstuck is to have someone else look at it and start giving me ideas. usually, i'll start writing back saying "no, that'll never work. it's completely backwards. see, what has to happen is... OH! ... uhm, excuse me..." and then take off writing from there.
otoh, the first time i coauthored a story (back in 96/97), it worked really well. we just bounced off each other. until the guy got stuck with RL and stopped writing back. that story has never gotten anywhere since.
anyway, i just know not to try to control the story. the one time i did that, we ended up fighting over everything. i knew where the story was supposed to go, and it so did not want to go there. i tried to force it, but then it just ended up stupid and forced. i tried to rewrite it a time or two, letting it go the way it wanted, but it had been hurt too much by the way i'd bent it before. just wouldn't work with me anymore. oh well.
so, in general, i get the basic idea, add to it as best i can, partly conciously, mostly not, then start writing, and excitedly wait to see where it'll go.
sometimes, i'm inclined to believe the theory from one of isaac asimov's stories. there's this guy who always comes up with these jokes. known for it. as it happens, he's also a programmer working with an advanced supercomputer. he sneaks off after hours to work on his own little project. people wonder if he's having the computer write his jokes. he always insists that he's just heard them somewhere or other, even if no one else has heard them before.
well, it turns out that he's been programming the computer with data about jokes, but not to make new ones. he was asking the computer to figure out where the heck all these jokes were coming from. eventually, the computer comes up with an answer.
the jokes, it seems, are injected into people's minds by advanced alien scientists, in much the same way that our scientists will introduce other things into communities of mice or rats, to see how it affects them and learn from it. they pick a few individuals and feed them jokes, making them think that it's something they heard somewhere else. "it's just one of those jokes that's going around. don't remember where i read it..."
then, because he's discovered the experiment, it becomes invalid. can't run an experiment like that if the subjects are aware of it. suddenly, he can't think of any jokes. no one can. they look up a joke book and read the jokes, but nothing seems funny anymore. the experiment has ended there is no more humor in the world. the end.
i don't really think that's what's going on, but, the way things hit me out of nowhere, sometimes it seems as good an explanation as any.
Paul